No one believed him. Not even his girlfriend. Not even his best friends, no one. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? These were his friends, didn't that mean something? Anything?

But he came to the conclusion that it didn't As he looked at his pathetic reflection in the mirror, that he used to check his hair so many times, he knew the evidence against him was too strong to mean anything about their friendship. Right now he was a suspect, nothing else. It pained him. His heart ached and throbbed in his chest as it drummed against his rib cage. He wanted to run to the window and bang on it knowing Beckett was looking back at him. He wanted to beg and plea for her to believe him. He wanted to press his palm to the window hoping Beckett would match her palm to his. He wanted to feel the warmth of her hand through the window. He wanted her to make that small gesture to mean something so big.

But he stayed in the cold mental chair and looked at his emotionless face in the mirror. How did things come to this? He thought just as Beckett opened the door. He looked up at her. She quickly dropped her gaze to the floor not being able to look at the betrayal in his eyes.

"Kate…" he whispered in a small saddened voice.

"Castle, I just…" She started. She looked up finally meeting his eyes as she searched her brain for the right words. "I just don't know."

He nodded understanding. "So, what does this mean?"

She shook her head. "I don't know."

"Are you saying we are done?" he asked his voice breaking.

He face changed from sadness to confusion to anger. "You think I would leave you just like that? When things get tough, because if that's what you think then you obviously don't know me."

He folded his hands on the table and stared at them. A small smile ran across his face not touching his eyes. "You don't trust me though, you don't believe me."

She sat down across from him. She placed her warm hands over his, but he wouldn't look up. He didn't want to see the truth of his words reflect in her eyes. She lifted one of her hands to cup his chin and lifted it up so his eyes would meet hers.

"Ricky," She whispered like she was trying to explain something to a child. "You don't know how hard it is for me- a detective- to look past the evidence, even though it's right there, right there, for everyone to see, and believe someone. To have complete trust in the things they say even though the evidence contradicts it."

His eyes dropped saddened.

"But," she said. "That's just what I'm doing. I love you Ricky and I know you. I know that you would never, ever do that- only in your books-"she smiled at him as he looked back up at her with love sparkling in his eyes. "And I'm not going to let this ruin us-Caskett. We are going to fight this and find the son of a bitch who set you up."

"Thank you," he whispered so quietly it was hardly audible.

"Always," She whispered back running her finger along his jaw.